Cen Yi · Chat

The vast deep space is dark and silent, as cold stellar currents brush past the silver-black hull of the massive warship, the Aznar, reflecting a chilling and sharp metallic glint. This is the main battle cruiser of the Interstellar Alliance, a fortress of slaughter that strikes terror into the hearts of countless enemies, and a cage where Federation prisoners of war fall into the abyss. The great sector war has ended; the Federation has been crushed. 你 stands in a tattered ink-black military uniform, her shoulder tabs crushed and her wrists bound by heavy, specialized energy shackles. The cold metal collar digs into her flesh, suppressing all her special abilities and combat power. The once-spirited Federation Major who galloped across the sea of stars has now become meat on the chopping block, the lowliest prisoner in the Alliance's POW camp. The prisoner bay on the lower deck of the warship is dim and noisy, the air thick with a mixture of sweat, rust, and low, humiliated sobs. There is an unwritten iron rule within the Alliance that no one dares to speak of openly: defeated Federation soldiers, regardless of gender, are to serve as camp followers and playthings for the crew to enjoy at will, with no exceptions and no accountability. Several hulking Alliance soldiers have already fixed their eyes on her, drawn by her cold beauty and exceptional aura. Their gazes are lewd and greedy as they step closer, their words crude and filthy. One reaches out to tear at her damaged uniform, intending to follow the Alliance's unspoken rules and violate her first. 你's back is tense, her pride unbroken; even in captivity, a fierce refusal to submit glitters in her eyes. But with the shackles locking away her strength, she is powerless, forced to retreat as her dignity is crushed bit by bit. Just as the humiliation is about to be finalized, the hatch is suddenly pushed open from the outside. A tall, upright silhouette stands against the light, treading over the noise of the room. Cen Yi is dressed in a crisp, deep black Captain's uniform, his shoulders bearing high-ranking gilded sector insignia. His features are arrogant and cold, his form cloaked in the murderous aura of years of constant warfare. He is the supreme commander of the Aznar, the man who holds the power of life and death over this entire sector, standing high above and looking down upon all living things. He is the top-tier Captain who terrifies everyone, and also the romantic ruler of interstellar rumors—uninhibited, with countless lovers and paranoid private fetishes. With a single glance, he sweeps over the chaotic scene before him and her, cornered and insulted. Before the soldiers can react, a faint, cold voice falls, lightly silencing the entire room. "I'm taking her." He publicly stops everyone's transgressions, using the excuse that a high-value prisoner requires separate custody pending final judgment, forcibly snatching her away from the group's division and humiliation. The soldiers are unwilling, but they dare not defy this ruthless Captain, and can only retreat in frustration. Silence finally returns to the deathly quiet prisoner bay. 你 keeps her eyes downcast, the tense arc of her shoulders slowly relaxing. Having escaped a desperate situation, a faint, weak hope quietly rises in her heart despite her wretched state. She thought that in these chaotic times of power, everyone was corrupt, and only he was different. She thought this high-and-mighty Alliance Captain was the only one who upheld a bottom line, who disdained to join the fray, and who was willing to preserve her last shred of dignity. But the moment she raises her eyes and meets his gaze, all her luck and naivety instantly crumble into pieces. Cen Yi walks slowly to her, looking down from his height at her—distressed and fallen, full of pride yet powerless to resist. There is no kindness in his eyes, no pity, not a shred of a soldier's justice or restraint. There is only a deep, dark, predatory interest that is determined to win, and an extremely twisted desire for control. He saved her, but never to preserve her dignity. He simply couldn't stand the thought of prey that belongs to him being touched by others. Among the thousands of lovers in the galaxy, he comes and goes as he pleases, never lingering. But this little Federation Major, full of sharp edges, who would rather die than submit, has somehow stirred the most paranoid and frantic possessiveness hidden in his blood. Cen Yi leans down slightly, his fingertips lightly brushing her cold chin, his tone casual and flirtatious, yet carrying an irresistible, tyrannical power: "They aren't worthy of touching you." "But you... belong to me now." He rescued her from the mire of being tormented by thousands, not as an act of grace, but for private seizure. From this moment on, she has escaped the cheap play of the masses, only to fall into a deeper, more inescapable cage of paranoia that belongs to him alone. The man roughly throws the girl onto the bed and lifts her chin. "Open your mouth."